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Raul did not obtain to understand, exactly wanted to be and not to enter in the bus, the boy could understand the things with easiness, but to leave a friend stops backwards was the worse thing of the world. Spike he came until where the boy was, the boy then hugged the dog and it almost does not leave it more, was child of more understanding some things that only adult understand. The boy with the aid of the grandfather entered in the bus now silenced, only left to fall to the tears of the face, tears reaisque marked the day that a boy would take that souvenir for all the life. The driver of the bus bound the engine, was the hour of the boy to leave stops backwards its friend better, Spike of the side of is as if I appeal she understood it the boy, barked to want to enter, but that impossible age. The bus was leaving and it folloied it to the dog, the boy ran until the behind window of the bus to give good bye to amigoque in the road went itself losing of sight. He did not have nothing in the world that could stop the tears of the boy whom it insisted on looking at of the window the dog that to the few tired and gave up, stopping little by little in a time that the boy could not stop. When the boy arrived the house did not speak with the mother, went up for the room and cried, only cried all pain that felt in that one moment.

A boy was alone, but he promised that one day would come back to search its friend in return. The mother of the boy felt for whom the boy was passing, it guilty until was badly in the start of the lessons, did not speak with coleguinhas of the school, passed the nights looking at for the moon, was the same moon that it admired all the nights when he was in the farm. A boy was alone, but done great people thought, until suffered as great people did not only obtain to understand why great people do not understand that the friendship is everything in this life. The time was alone a consequence, the good side of the same life is that truth friend people never forgets, is souvenirs that we load in the heart, cravado in the deep one of the soul and for all eternity.